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Kaia is trying to keep herself together, but I know her pain is overwhelming.
The Baroness is bleeding out across the other side of the room and barely holding herself together.
The second Anton and his merry band of assholes leave the bunker, Maxxy, Izzy, and Frankie swoop into action, racing for the rest of us.
Now is the time we all need to band together.
“Maxxy, go to Kaia. Izzy, you go to Novah. Frankie, come help me with Lani. Clover and Addi take care of Immy and the rest of the women. And someone, get ahold of Hurricane.Now!”I scream at the top of my lungs as the doors to the bunker open again.
For fuck’s sake, what now?
I turn to one lone soldier walking in with a machine gun.
“Anton told me to finish the job!” His tone is menacing, dark, depraved.
My muscles clench when I hear the click of the safety, and I close my eyes tight, my mind flicking instantly to South and the life we could have had.
I hold my breath.
Gunfire…
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
South
My stomach churns as the vans pull away with the women inside. The idea they’re headed off to the bunker without us to protect them feels all kinds of wrong.
But the Baroness is on our side.
At least if she wants us to carry out the bullshit task of taking out Six.
She will need to follow through with her side of the bargain and take good care of our women.
In any case, being unable to say a proper goodbye to Ingrid is doing my head in.
Hurricane slaps my shoulder as he walks past me, raising his chin. “You good? You look like shit, brother.”
Turning and following my president into the clubhouse, I nod, rubbing the back of my tense neck. “Yeah, it’s a lot of shit going on right now. Wish I could help more.”
Hurricane chuckles as we make our way into the Chapel. “Brother, you bein’ here is helpin’. If you hadn’t transferred down, we’d be a man short, and we’re gearin’ up for another damn fight. We need all the bodies we can get to protect this club and the people in it.”
I don’t have the heart to remind him that he’s also going to be fighting the rest of fucking Defiance if he goes through with his kill order on Six. The problem is, they will take the rest of us out along with him.
But that’s not important at this moment.
I got to keep my head in the game.
There are too many moving parts in my life as it is.
I have to focus on one thing at a time—right now, it’s the women and the Bratva.
“That’s my main aim, Pres. To protect everyone here. I just want to do my part.”
“That’s why we wanna keep ya ’round because you’re good for the club. All right, let’s get this Church under-fuckin’-way. Brothers…” he calls out. “ Get in here!”
We all take our respective chairs, and then Hurricane bangs his gavel on the table. “Okay… we know the Bratva are gonna come at us. The women have been dealt with. The Baroness has assured me they’re safe. I’m sure she’ll do everythin’ in her power to ensure the girls are protected, considerin’ what she wants us to do in return. But what I wanna know is… where do we go from here?”
We all look at each other, letting out a collective sigh, but it’s Bayou who’s the first to speak. “I think it is safe to say that Anton is getting looser and looser with every passing day. What he did to Hoodoo with the drone and the strychnine poisoning? He’s getting braver, which means he’s getting scarier because he will doanythingto get back at us for our mistake.”
